Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Argentina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
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Tom Boy,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.